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It's weird enough walking around with this thing in me. As I've said before, I feel like I'm wearing it on the outside like a suit. A cancer suit. 

Focusing on work helps, but even small things become stressful pretty quickly and I have to remember to not snap. These are the same people who are praying for me so they deserve kind treatment. Then there's the whole guilt thing. Then back to thinking: People. I have CANCER stop worrying me about this stuff, can't you see it!? Guilt. Repeat. You get it.

Then someone pops up. 

Cathy: "Have you gotten your first get well card yet?"

Polly: "No, I've gotten a 'thinking of you' card but not get well."

Cathy: "TA DAA!"

Inside the card: The 1st!? The best!? The only!? Your FIRST get well card!

Now that's how it is done. 
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